When we lose the concept of time bedlam is inevitable, but keeping time is extremely tedious when you have no motivation to move forward. When you’re depressed you go days sometimes weeks not knowing what day of the week it is, all the days collide and mesh and slowly before you realize it you no longer function
That experience taught me a valuable lesson about being realistic and figuring out what would be the best decision for my life. However it didn’t end there. As you know I never give up and even when I’m told to stop or I’m not good enough I still keep going. My coach texted me about a week later and told me he made a mistake and he would want me to be on jv. That season for jv I started out from being cut, then being the very last guy on the bench, to then working my way up to be a starter for some games and getting lots of playing time.
I realized that the only way I could achieve the results I desired was to work harder, so I focused more energy into my schoolwork and it paid off. I continued to play the flute all through high school, and participating in marching band had an equally important impact on my life. Through marching band, I learned the importance of time management. Rehearsals every day after school, Friday night football games, and Saturday competitions that lasted all day greatly cut the amount of free time I had. In fact, the majority of my free time seemed to disappear, until I started working on my time management skills.
About a week before school started, I had a serious talk with my parents and told them that I would get this done. I remember thinking “this will be the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life and it would either make me or break me.” When school finally started, I kept my job. I didn’t realize how tough of a challenge it would be until I found myself coming home at 11:30 with loads of work to do. I still didn’t let that bring me down and every day I showed up for classes I took things serious. I was extremely motivated to overcome something that seemed
I almost immediately regretted that decision as soon as the first essay came in. As I looked at the essay requirements initially, I thought “this won’t take long.” After about three hours and laughable progress, I realize the little writing skill I had was long gone. I ended up struggling for quite some time but managed to complete it. I am not sure of the total time spent, however I do remember by the time the class got around to the second essay I completed it way faster than the initial essay. There was two reasons the first essay ended up taking much longer than the second.
Not to mention the added time for a shower, I wouldn’t even be able to start my homework until eleven. It was eleven o’three when I finally started my homework. It was official; I was in the fourth, final, and worst stage of procrastination, the crisis stage. I was exhausted, just trying to finish solving all the problems, and not even checking to see if any of them were right. It seemed no matter how many times I had to suffer the consequences of procrastination, I still chose the easy way, or at least it was easy for a while, until I had virtually no time left and had to rush to get it done.
That was very stressful! I had to work while attending college in order to pay for my tuition. During that time, my career conflicted my schooling and demanded time shortly after classes ended that day. College classes required me to be in class early in the morning and ended late in the afternoon Monday-Friday. What I found to be very irritating is the time span between classes.
The transmutation from the fall semester to the spring, was quite strenuous, no longer was I a part time student. I was taking 16 credits and this meant adjusting to the course load. The first couple of weeks were a hassle and I felt that there were not enough days in the week to complete the assignments. Now, in the mid semester, one of my main priorities was to purchase a planner and a calendar. I have been writing important due dates and events on them.
A lot of times I would go into work at seven in the morning and wouldn’t leave until ten at night. There were instances where I worked twenty-four hours. Those were the worst days, but I made it through and it helped make the time go by. I didn’t really have much time for a girlfriend. I had a girlfriend in the beginning but it didn’t work out due to a lot of reasons.
I wouldn’t forget how many times I’ve missed them every day and every day was like torture, so I made a promise with my dad that if my average finals score of all subjects is above everyone else in my grade, then I can move to America too. Through months of putting all my effort into the work, I fulfilled my promise and moved to America that spring. However, things didn’t turned out as I thought it would be.